Python King's left eye had already been blinded by him. Blood continuously gushed from its eye socket, staining the ice beneath it red.
Having lost one eye, the Python King's attacks became noticeably less accurate.
Ye Fan seized this opportunity and began to circle around it.
He no longer fought it head-on. Instead, he used his agile movement techniques to constantly seek openings between the Python King's attacks and injure it.
If one strike failed, he immediately retreated, never lingering in battle.
After repeating this again and again, countless wounds gradually appeared across the Python King's body.
Though those wounds were merely superficial to its enormous body, there were simply too many of them, and the blood loss kept growing.
Gradually, the Python King's movements began to slow, and its attacks were no longer as fierce as before.
Ye Fan keenly caught this change and knew the time for the final battle had come.
"Success or failure depends on this one strike!"
He took a deep breath. Divine power surged wildly within him, and the golden light around his body grew ever brighter.
The next moment, he shot toward the Python King's head like a golden meteor.
Boom!!!
A thunderous crash echoed across the ice plains as the Python King's massive body was sent flying by the blow.
A huge dent appeared in its skull. Brain matter and blood mixed together, pouring from the wound.
Hiss...
The Python King let out one last mournful cry before its massive body crashed heavily onto the ice, never moving again.
Ye Fan stood where he was, gasping heavily. His entire body had long been drenched in blood, and he could not tell whether it was his own or the Python King's.
His arms hung limply at his sides, trembling slightly.
That strike had